It took me a while to decide what I was going to do with Scott, he really is a glutton for punishment ;) Thanks to Comic-cake, Mistress Maggie, Dragongirl of the stars and 3togetready for reviewing :)

I hope you enjoy!


Good Guys Don't Always Wear White


Rogue's mini vacation was not playing on her mind. There were hot men with thick, hairy muscular thighs and tight shorts throwing their weird shaped balls around in her head. Figuratively speaking of course, and no Logan was not one of them. Her imagination was running rapidly away from her and all she could think about was a game of football that Jubilee had dragged her along to see, at the local college. Jube's had been scouting the playing field for a new man and Rogue had been left to happily gaze at the delicious variety of young males, as they tackled each other and their cups slipped.

She wasn't entirely sure why they were wearing those incredibly tight shorts, it was winter for one and didn't American footballers wear pants? But who was she to complain? Even if her nipples had been frozen solid and close to dropping off, she was faced with the most awe inspiring view and they all had great asses. Although they could never hold a torch to Logan's ass, he must have known what he was doing to the women of the mansion, parading around in those jeans that left little to the imagination and certainly backed up Marie's claim that he bought extra large condoms.

Drunken talk with your girl friends was a must, especially drunken sex talk. Her two best buddies had both gossiped openly and honestly about their first times. Marie only sat there listening to the detailed, warts and all descriptions of how they had their cherries popped. Jubilee had reassured her ashen faced friend that it really didn't hurt that much, after Kitty has blurted out that it felt as though Colossus has rammed a red hot fire poker up her lady business.

It was now dawning on Rogue that women were irrationally organised to the point of developing OCD. That they even labeled their most scared of body parts, they were catalogued and placed into a custom and lavish pink box for later use. Jubilation Lee had named hers 'The Duchess," and yet again, Marie was feeling left out, she didn't have a name for hers, even thinking about the distinct possibility of a name made her blush furiously.

Her friends had suggested announcing in the next school assembly that she needed inspiration and that all the students and teachers were more then welcome to add their two cents. The teasing had only stopped when she had threatened to render them unconscious with her skin.

Marie sighed tiredly to herself, and finished packing the last of her belongings in her duffel bag. A calculating smile adorned her face though, when she caught sight of her lingerie. Well it was more of a thong, with a lacy see through bra. Okay, so she had packed more then one set. She hadn't gone overboard though, fine, fine, maybe she had. At this rate she was going to need another five duffel bags to accommodate all her clothes.

There were the essentials; The six distinctly different bras and panties, the mini leather skirt, the mini denim skirt, the mini cotton skirt. The fish net stockings, her best silk stockings and the shortest mini dress Jubilee had ever seen. Also her kinky crotch high patent leather boots, the almost transparent vest tops, the mid-drift teasing tops and the temporary tattoos...

Oh, and the oodles of expensive make-up, but she was still sure that she was missing something and no, it wasn't a pair of gloves. After working her butt off with the Professor, Rogue had finally done the impossible, she had mastered her powers and was ready to master her man. She hadn't told Logan, she hadn't told a single soul, only the Professor knew and that was the way she had planned it. Because tomorrow, when little innocent Marie rocked up at the car and dressed to impress. She expected Wolverine to finally realise that she wasn't all that innocent and was certainly no longer a child.

It really was time to re-think the packing strategy. Rogue threw the lingerie to the floor and smirked. Who needed underwear anyway? It was overrated, and if anyone asked why they could see her nipples through her tightly fitting shirt, she would call them a pervert and then say she had forgotten to pack a few minor things.

Finally satisfied, she began to zip the duffel and collapsed on to her bed exhausted.

"Roguey, Roguey, get up Chica! Scott and Jean are having a massive blowup!" Jubilee almost tripped over Marie's duffel in the rush to reach her friend.

"What has that got to do with me?"

"They're arguing over the itching powder you put on his side of the bed."

Jubes clicked her tongue in annoyance at her lacklustre response and leapt on to the bed, causing Marie to bounce up and down as she giggled. "Is it working then?"

"Yep, but he's still coming tomorrow." The firecracker groaned, chewing relentlessly on a piece of gum. "He's pissed because Jeans telling him its all in his head and its a psychological manifestation of his insecurities."

Rogue's eyes widened and she scrutinized her friend of many years. "Where did you hear that?"

"I have a head for gossip." Jubilee replied, smiling cheekily. "And Jean was shouting it loud enough for the entire state to hear."

That made sense, opposed to Jubilee being an undiscovered genius with a high IQ. "What are we going to do then?" Marie muttered, rubbing her heavily mascaraed eyes.

"Chica, don't! You're messing with your ass kicking make up. Jeez, now you've got panda eyes."

Rogue jumped to her feet, dragging Jubilee off of the bed and ushering her into the bathroom. "I need your help."


"Rogue?" Scott's voice fluttered over to a lonesome figure, sitting in the garage alone. "Are you okay?"

The evident concern in his voice spurned Marie into action. She may as well have been a new recruit about to step into battle for the very first time, because acting really wasn't her forte and at best she was a mediocre actress and a terrible liar.

"I'm.. I'm fine S..Scott." She sniffled, wiping away a phantom tear.

"You don't sound fine."He stepped closer towards her, craning his neck to get a better view. "You don't look fine either, you're crying. Do you want to talk about it?"

Rogue silently congratulated herself on a job well done. Jubilee had spent the best part of ten minutes squirting and almost drenching her face so that she took on the appearance of a weeping damsel in distress.

"Are you sure you're not too busy?"

"No, I was just going to go for a drive anyway." Scott sighed, scratching the four days worth of stubble on his chin. "You're more then welcome to join me."

He held out a hand and helped her to her feet. She was always aware that he was the perfect gentleman at all times. He and Logan were worlds apart. Whereas Cyclops would hold a ladies chair out for her or open a door, Wolverine would quirk a terse eyebrow and gruffly tell her that she wasn't an invalid so he wasn't going to treat her like one.

The courteous and gallant man already had the door open for her by the time she had reached his car. "Thanks." She said, trying not to openly stare at the scratch marks on his arms and upper neck that had obviously been caused by her dousing his sheets with the itching powder.

Scott smiled at her and closed the door. Marie could see him scratching as she gazed in the rear view mirror and had to choke back a fit of laughter. She was supposed to be upset, not drowning in a sea of hilarity she reminded herself.


"I heard that you and Jean had a fight." She started, observing him closely for any signs of life. Scott hadn't uttered a word for over twenty minutes now.

"It was a small disagreement." He replied quietly, eyes still on the road.

Marie raised an eyebrow in disbelief and continued with her questioning as the car sped down the highway. "That's not what Jubilee said."

"Jubilation got the wrong end of the stick. It was a disagreement." He countered, gazing at her briefly before his eyes snapped to a passing bar. "I think I could do with a drink."

"I didn't know you liked to drink?"

Of course that was untrue, she was friends with Jubes and knew the inner workings of all the couples at the mansion. Scott only craved a drink when he and Jean had had one of their 'disagreements' as he put it. That was why she was sitting waiting for him in the garage, because the only way she could put her plan into action was if he was three sheets to the wind.

"I don't normally. It's just that I like a drink every now and then." Scott responded, turning the car around in a deserted parking lot and revving the engine. "And now is one of those times."

"I suppose I can always have an Orange juice."

"Don't worry, we won't be there long. I'm not a big drinker."


"And then Jean says that I'm... I'm imagim... Im-ag-in-ing it." Cyclops sobbed, nursing his fifteenth shot of whiskey. "I.. me Scott Summers..."

"Oh, that's just awful." Marie whispered soothingly to him, rubbing his back and letting him weep on her shoulder. "That's it, let it all out, honey."

She had been sitting at the bar beside him for three and a half hours, and had only consumed a packet of peanuts and a soda. Scott on the other hand was bathing in liquor and chugging it down as if he was a prisoner on death row, minutes from receiving the lethal injection. They were surrounded by burly Hells Angels bikers and skinheads, but he was oblivious to their dark looks and jokes being made at his expense. Even the bar tender took a minute out of his busy night to chuckle at Scott.

"Are you okay there, girl?" A six foot, seven inch tall, beer bellied, heavily tattooed man asked Marie.

"I'm fine, thank you for asking." She replied politely, blushing slightly at the attention she was receiving. Letting go of Scott for a split second, she watched him crumple in a heap on the ground. Luckily his glasses stayed on, she noted with slight relief or the bar would have been in line for a new sunroof.

"Do you know that wimp?" Another biker asked her. This particular guy had a wiry unkempt grey beard, with a pierced eyebrow and nose.

"Yes, I do." Rogue grinned, gracefully standing to her feet. "Now, if you'll please excuse me. I have some business to intend to."

"Do you need any help?"

She glanced at them both and they sure looked like the type of muscle bound guys she could use right about now. A man of Scott's size had to weigh a ton. Reaching for the shot of whiskey that still lay untouched, she downed it in one go and turned to the fellas with a grimace. "Do you know any good trucking companies?"


"Come on, Reg, do the girl a favour. She's trying to get revenge on her asshole of a boyfriend."

Marie was extremely pleased that Scott was unconscious for this part of the plan. He would have had a fit... Well, if he had been in any state to even stand up and admonish her. She gazed down at her feet where he was lying on his back, snoring like a baby chimp, tired from a day of fun and games.

"I could lose my job over this." Reg answered, sweeping a wrinkled hand over his balding head. "Its illegal you know, he hasn't even got a passport."

"Look, all I'm asking is that you take his ungrateful ass as far way from New York as you can." She pleaded, clasping her gloved hands together and playing the part of an aggrieved girlfriend. "I promise that he won't sue and your boss will never find out. Scotty here's drunk, he won't remember a thing."

Reg sighed at the pouting girl and shook his head. "Shit, I'm gonna regret this, aren't I? Load him into the back of the truck and I mean at the back. I don't want immigration spotting him."

An ecstatic Rogue swept him into a hug and almost squeezed the life out of him. "Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!" She cried, releasing him and watching the hairy bikers carry Scott into the truck.

"Just so you know, he's gonna wake up real pissed in the morning, sweetheart."

"That doesn't matter, I won't be here. I'm going away tomorrow."

"Yeah well, when he's screaming his head off and threatening to sue my butt, I might just join you." Reg snorted, placing a New York Yankees baseball cap on his head. "I better get going, gonna have to drive all night to reach the border."

He said his goodbyes to the bikers and waved his farewells to Marie. She was more then happy to wave him off as she watched the Truck carrying its mutant cargo, turn the corner and drive out of sight.

"Do you need a lift anywhere?"


"Thanks for the ride," Rogue shouted over the furor of the motorcycle engines. She couldn't believe she had just ridden on a bike with a Hells Angel and without a helmet. Logan wouldn't even let her ride on his bike with a helmet. He always said it was too dangerous and she'd probably break every bone in her body. "See you guys around!"

"Drop in at the bar anytime, Rogue." The bearded biker nodded, saluting her. They both drove away into the dark night, leaving her standing outside the gates of the mansion. Typing the code into the keypad, she hummed to herself. Her plan had worked and Scott was on his way to a port in Canada. Where the trucker would then dump his drunken ass onto a vessel which would be heading out to the high seas.

She really couldn't wait to tell Jubilee and she was so wrapped up in her thoughts, she hadn't yet noticed the shadow of a man standing to the side. The light of a cigar burning brightly in the darkness was the only clue to the guys identity.

"Where you been?" Logan demanded gruffly, scowling at the girl he had grown fondly of over the past two years or so. He had been waiting for her to show her face, after determining that she wasn't anywhere in the mansion or around the grounds. His curiosity had been piqued when he realized she had vanished. What the hell had she been up to at this time of night?

Marie jumped at the sound of his voice and glancing over her shoulder, she swallowed as she took in the sight of a leather clad Wolverine. He was dressed in his X-man uniform, he must have been in the Danger room working out again. "Hey, Logan." She greeted, trying to calm her racing heart beat. One of these days she was going to have a heart attack, especially if she kept drooling over his inability to wear anything that wasn't close fitting. Jesus, it must be crowded in his crotch area. Could his sperm still breathe?

He raised an eyebrow at her casual tone and his nostrils flared. Her scent was mixed, he could smell Scooter, Whiskey, several unknown males and the tell tales signs of a bar. "You gonna answer, or you want me to take a guess?"

She knew, that he knew. He had probably watched from the shadows as she had hopped off of the motorcycle. But were these signs of jealousy that he was displaying or just brotherly concern? If it was the latter, she was going to kick him in the nads. He could be so dense at times and the last thing she needed was another parental figure in her life. "Just out."

"That's some interestin' company you keep there, kid."

When had Marie started to hang around in bars with bikers? His head must have been so far up his own ass if he hadn't noticed her sneaking off to go bar hopping with middle aged men. Men with rap sheets longer then his arm.

"I only met them tonight." She replied, walking briskly through the gates, her hips swinging. "Scott introduced me to them."

"One Eye?" Logan barked, his hand catching her wrist and stopping her in her tracks.

Marie nodded, she knew that he could smell lies and that was the truth. If it hadn't have been for Scott she would never have met Ted and Bruce. "Yep. I'll have to thank him in the morning. I had a great night."

Logan's eyes narrowed at her apparent happiness. When he got his hands on Summers... Grr, he was going to gut the asshole. How could the biggest whipped bitch in the country take his Marie to a bar and introduce her to fucking bikers?

"Aw, Logan." She cooed, her arms wrapping themselves tightly around his waist. "You don't need to worry, I'm a big girl now. I'm going to take a shower and you're more then welcome to join me." After winking at him suggestively, she high tailed it up the gravelled drive leaving a confused feral mutant wondering what the hell had just happened. He hadn't even got a chance to berate her for hanging out with Scott stick up his ass Summers, he had always thought she had had better taste then that.

Shit, he thought, his eyes bulging as he watched her bolt to the mansion. Did the kid just flirt with him?


And now that the boring necessities are over with, its time for the fun stuff ;) (Rubs hands in anticipation)